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Tweak says, "He's a REAL doctor!"

Eric Northman (i_bite) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-08-18 21:28:00

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bad moon, eric northman, lestat de lioncourt

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Eric was unsure how fair this whole thing was. High emotions had him turning into a tiny little bat in moments where he didn't really need to be small. Quite the contrary, actually. He needed to be big in most of those moments. While turning into a different creature did have it's intimidation and freak out effects, it just wasn't as good as being who he was.

Not to mention that Baba kept petting him and cradling him. He didn't want to admit that he liked it. He always acted grumpy toward such coddling, though he suspected that she knew he enjoyed it, or he would have flown away. Though, he supposed, if she wanted to keep him around, all she had to do was fucking close her hand.

He hadn't seen her yet tonight. He wondered where she might be. He waited at the bar as long as he could before his staff started to irritate him, then walked out. As much as he wanted to know what was taking her so long to come around, he just couldn't be at Fangtasia right now.

Eric set off, unconsciously looking for Lestat. The other vampire might not know much about shifters and weres, but he would at least understand how humiliating all of this was. He was hoping he could find a companion for his woe, somebody to commiserate with.

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i_liveforever
2011-08-19 06:48 pm UTC (link)

Lestat had gotten Willow safely home. Her wing... arm... whatever seemed to be okay, so he'd left her to rest and gone back to his own apartment.

He fully expected to turn. The vampire blood could heal things, certainly. But this did not seem to be something that was to be healed. He figured it to be something supernatural, and those things, he was not immune to.

He'd rested in his bedroom for the day, and upon rising that evening, felt very strange. Everything about his body felt wrong. And then there was pain, and he was closer to the floor. His feet were bird feet. His back felt very heavy.

He sighed. A bird? What kind of bird?

With great difficulty he hopped onto the antique sofa in his entry way, which was just beneath a large mirror.

Oh, good Christ.

He concentrated and fanned his tail out. Well, at least I'm pretty.

Then he tried to concentrate on shifting back to his normal self. Would it hurt? He wasn't sure. He did not feel entirely safe going out of his apartment this way. Did he still have fangs? Lestat opened his beak and looked in the mirror. Beak, check. Absurd little ploomy thing on the top of head, check. Fangs? It seemed they were still there, but absurdly tiny. Were they merely part of the beak?

He felt many restless minds wandering about, one familiar. He did not relish the idea of this particular mind knowing where he rested. He'd have to gain control. He'd have to change back. He did not know if that was possible.

He eventually got the hang of it, put clothes on, and left, setting out to find Eric.

I am trying to find you, he told him, if he was listening. I think I have a problem.

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i_bite
2011-08-25 10:50 pm UTC (link)

He heard the voice of the other vampire in his head and found himself incredibly irritated. Had he not already told Lestat what he felt about this sort of thing? But it did make finding him easier.

"When I said to stay out, I meant it." He said, once finally coming face to face with the other. "That's the last time I'm going to warn you about it."

Eric motioned toward a direction neither of them had come in, one blessedly free of other people, who might overhear what they had to say. Eric knew that he did not want his problem known to many others, and whatever Lestat's was, he was willing to bet that it shouldn't be broadcast, either. Though it was true that they could each speak in a whisper so low that it was certain nobody else would hear, Eric was in no mood for whispering.

"Your problem?"

	i_liveforever 2011-08-26 08:53 pm UTC (link)
	He rolled his eyes, at the comment. There were situations in which breaking the rules and annoying people were called for. This was one of them. Eric could endure the annoyance so that they could find each other to speak. Lestat took a blue, shimmering feather out of his pocket and held it out to Eric. "Wolf bite," he said. "Interesting side effects." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)